I've had this...idea, in my head for so long. I don't want to push myself to hard with these stories. So if (when) I continue this, it will probably be a short story by my standards of what I consider complete. I just want it out of my head for now. It's an idea...and it's not a pretty one.

This will be short, and any following chapters will also be so. I'm sorry in advance, but I can't afford to make them any longer. I'll still try to give quality though. XD.

I do not own Frozen or any of it's affiliates, copyrights or ideals. Only my imagination is my own.

Welcome, to...

Sanity.

~ C F Winchester.

Sanity

Prologue: Half

At fourteen, Anna knew much about this world, at least, much about the world she had been exposed to.

She knew that the staff was small, selective and professional. They did their job as servants and were not meant to be seen. This meant they were not ideal subjects to shower affection on or talk to. They often disappeared the first chance they got. They were a meal in your room and made beds, ironed clothes and clean laundry. Nothing more.

The castle grounds were enclosed, secretive, protective from attack or kidnapping of a young princess for ransom. She was not to leave those locked gates. Ever.

"It's just you and me, Huh Joan?"

Anna brushes a spare speck of dust off her favorite picture of the house, a robust frame of the bold Joan of Arc. Her fingers dance along the frame and play along the reflected light the frame affords from the resident windows. She moves her hand upwards to gently brush some dust of the painting itself.

"You never tell me to go away, do you? You never shut me out. You listen to me."

She huffs at this train of thought, and collapses unto a nearby chair. Bitterly, she watches a grandfather clock tick her life away. Sighing she looks back at Joan.

"Of course you don't run away. You have no other choice. You're a picture. You're stuck there, listening to me. If you even can listen."

Letting out a puff of frustrated air, she flops boneless in her chair, looking up at the ceiling now. Her old internal argument. It's a picture, it can't talk or have a mind to answer her, or even listen. Yet...what if it could?

She did not mean imagining it speak back to her, she had done that enough. She meant actually listen and respond. She could swear, half of the time, like some partially buried memory, she would hear Joan really answer a question or comment of hers...she could swear to it.

Anna looked up at the immobile Joan, her head tilted slightly and lips barely parted, eyes wide with curiosity and just a hint of playfulness. Some might call it madness, but Anna was sure, as she spoke out to Joan that she was not mad.

"I'm sorry I doubted you. You do listen, don't you? It won't happen again."

Never forget it.

As she grinned from the thought, Anna bounded from her chair with a frightful energy compared to her lifelessness before. She had a friend again, someone who cared and wanted to play. What did it matter her so called sister never left her room? That she was locked in this golden prison of a castle? That the staff never so much as stopped for more than "Good Morning Your Highness." or "Your bath is ready."?

She was in complete control of her Sanity.

Anyone who said any different was clearly mad.

+~E~+

I've nothing to say here. ~ C F Winchester.